that fear which she felt, and which is the natural attendant

of a first appearance. Her fig ure is elegant, and far from be

powerful, and her eye dark and expressive. She gave many points with great effect, and some entirely new. Though a want of spirit and confidence was manifest in some instances, we must ascribe it solely to the novelty of her situation, and considering it as a first appearances we must not form our judgment according to the rigid rules of criticism. Partiality to a novice on our theatre, a stranger in our land, and a female, if not commendable, is at least a veni al crime, for

"Censure, though just, would damp each ardent mind,

As buds are blasted by the eastern wind;

While mild indulgence gives young

merit power,

As warmest suns disclose the folded flower."

During the whole of her per

ed in his representation of this character, by his trans-atlantic excursion.

gland, made her debut on our boards, in the part of Juliet. Her reception was extremely flattering, and such as contributed in a great measure to do away

energy with which she delivered the soliloquy in the third scene of the fourth act, was of a nature to touch every heart, and would not have suffered by

comparison with the most experienced tragedian of the day.

In the dying scene also, she was truly great; it was as chaste a peice of acting as we have ever seen, and never was an audience more visibly affected by the " art and cunning of the scene" than was that of Wed

nesday evening, at the exquisitely pathetic performance of this young lady in the last act. Upon the whole, when we connect the charms of personal beauty, with judicious acting, and view both as receiving additional lustre from the engaging suffusion of modest apprehension, we cannot help asserting that the Juliet of Miss Gordon will be recollected with de

light, and remembered with admiration.

Mrs. Oldmixon in the Nurse, was guilty of a most glaring violation of Shakspeare's fundamental rule of playing, in so grossly" overstepping the modesty of nature." We were astonished, that an actress of her merit and judgment, and who is always correct, should present a character, intended by the author but as a tattling, loquacious, though trusty servant, with the disgusting accompaniment of meretricious grimace.

Mr. Simpson's Mercutio did

not in the least detract fron his former reputation, as a skil ful and judicious performer.

Mr. Doyle in Tybalt, spoke and acted extremely well, but of his skill in fencing, we wall drop the cur ain.

Of Mr. Pritchard, I would only remark, with a small alteration, "O Pritchard, Pritchard, wherefore wert thou Par s ?"

With these few exceptions, we have no difficulty in saying that the general tenor of the performance this evening, was far above mediocrity.

GULIELMUS.

MARRIED,

On Tue day evening last, by the rev. Mr. Mdole, Mr William Robins, to Miss Jane Fleeming, all of this city.

At Catskill, on the eighteenth inst. by the rev Mr. Porter, Elisha Camp, Eq of Sacke 'srbour, to Miss Sophia Hac. daughter of the late Col. George Hale, of the former place.

On Saturday evening last, by the rev Mr. Moore, Mr. John M. Perry, of this city, to Miss Jerusha Sipers, of Mount Pleasant.

On Tuesday evening, the 9th of April, by he rev. Mr. Spring Mr. Christopher Corley, to Miss Agnes Thompson, both of this city.

At Troy, on Thursday evening, by the Rev Mr. C., John F. Seye.m, of this city merc't. to Miss Eliza Lane, of the former place, daughter of col. D. Lane.

t Tappan, on Monday evening, the fifteenth 1st. Mr. John Brigo, to Miss Cornelia Clark, all of that place.

Is a smile from the girl whom I

love and adore ;

And the greatest of evils I have to complain,

Is a frown from your eye, where a smile was before.

LODINUS.

For the Weekly Visitor.

BANKS OF THE HUDSON. Written by a gentleman on his way

from New-York to Albany. WHAT delight on the HUDSON to stray.

While the fields and the meadows full blossom'd look gay ;

While the sun sinking down, hides

his beams in the west,

And the mild face of nature in beauty

On the wings of the breezes, what freshness and health!

How the springs of delight in emotion are felt!

As perfumes and sweet odours dif fuse from the groves,

And the birds in soft melody warble their loves.

In the slow winding current reflected

The trees curtain'd with foliage and mantled with green;

Or its bottom with pebbles and sand silver'd o'er,

Where the stream, gently murmuring

Far extended around, by no limits confin'd

The rich harvest is spread out, and waves to the wind;

As the husbandman home slowly walks to his rest,

Joy beams from his eyes, and disports

in his breast.

But a damp sinks my spirits and deadens my joy,

As the thought of MARIA my fancy employ :

How can meadows delight, or the songs of the grove,

While remote from MARIA thus lonesome I rove?

Her presence new life to the prospect would yield,

And her beauties would brighten the bloom of the field; Sweeter odours would breathe from the green flow'ry vale, Through the air sweeter melody float

in the gale. Like the region of bliss then all na ture would smile,

THE DOG AND THE ELBOW, A Metrical Tale; or the DANGER OF EXPOSING TOO

MUCH.

As Tray one day stroll'd down the street,

Fatigued and lean, and nought to eat ;
And wishing 'twas his hap to find,
A bone to gnaw of any kind.
As by a splendid house he past,
His eyes he toward a window cast;
A piece of flesh, spied hanging out,
Whereat he paused, rais'd his snout,

'Twas red in spots, in spots 'twas
blue.

Tray mark'd it with a curious eye,
Then with a groan was heard to cry,
That really it would not do.
And long he gaz'd till hunger led him

on,

Poor meat tho't he, is better sure than

none.

He siez'd it then; but soon receiv'd fell blow

And found, in hunger he mistook, And what he for a mutton bone had took,

Was nothing but a modern fair belle's elbow.

Ye belles who strut along the street Or sit upon the window seat,

With elbows bare and blue, By this sad tale, a warning take, Lest some like cur should you mistake And through mistake eat you.

NEW-YORK:

PRINTED AND FUBLISHED BY

ALEXANDER C. MORTON.